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ANTI-DEPRESSIVE DELIVERY LYRICS

Feel. Melt. Release. Escape

"Feel. Melt. Release. Escape" (2004)

1. End Of Days
2. Coward
3. Voyage Of No Brain Discovery
4. Path Of Sorrow
5. Penny Is A Slut Machine
6. Feel. Melt. Release. Escape.
7. 0
8. The Anti-Depressive Delivery
9. Bones And Money







1. End Of Days

Abracadabra, lie in wait for my soul
Abracadaver, gape upon me with your frown
A bear lies in wait, a lion in dark places
A mark for the arrow, that pierces through my soul

A frothy frenzy, a pig for a pig
Nausea and swollen tongue, whip the vengeful dead
My blood is what you craved, a slow death
A divine punishment, there's no return

Welcome my mortal enemies, it's the end of days
I have called upon thee: when shall the dead arise?

Welcome my mortal enemies, it's the end of days
I have called upon thee: when shall the dead arise?

Abracadabra, lie in wait for my soul
Abracadaver, gape upon me with your frown
A bear lies in wait, a lion in dark places
A mark for the arrow, that pierces through my soul!




2. Coward

Everytime you're out of answers the blame is on the question
Thing's you don't want to remember regarded as crazy dreams
Lifelong devotion to the art of hypocrisy
A master in hiding your darker side - So damn pitiful

Two droplets of fear today - An ocean of hate tomorrow
Faster each day you're losing track
There's no way you'll make it back

Coward – talking about what I see
Myself in the mirror whoever in front of me
Coward – need another guess?
Yes you're right, the answer is you and me

Be a man, recognize your contradictions
Learn to live with your narrowmindedness
Igorance is just another word for humanity
Closing your eyes is just another cheap escape - So damn pitiful

Two droplets of fear today - An ocean of hate tomorrow
Making up excuses for your envy and selfishness
Who do you think you're taking for a ride
(Except for yourself? Coward!)

Coward – talking about what I see
Myself in the mirror whoever in front of me
Coward – need another guess?
Yes you're right, the answer is you and me




3. Voyage Of No Brain Discovery

Your face a laxative pill, got to do number two
Goofy's a shining intellectual; that's compared to you
Hair so gliddery, eyes so wheedling
Zero worth of contents; think shit just hit the pan

Never did a day's work, nursing your bedsore
Aspired by a paper pulp, still eager to bore
Crazed for a record-breaking that takes the cake
A world-champion of low life, should be burned on a stake

Your face a laxative pill, got to do number two
Goofy's a shining intellectual; that's compared to you
Hair so gliddery, eyes so wheedling
Zero worth of contents; think shit just hit the pan

Trepanning, imperial section, voyage of no-brain discovery

Trepanning, imperial section, voyage of no-brain discovery
A Portable Void-box, In the disguise as a skull




4. Path Of Sorrow

He double up behind a car, freezing, wailed up to weep
Just another brand to his scar, yearning the eternal sleep
Where do these bare feet walk? A man passing digging for cash
Another man's lonely balk adding more pain to the lash

Shiver and wait for the morning wrapped in paper with yesterday's news
The poor, homeless vagrant consume another bottle of booze

Walking a one-way path of sorrow, he chose life's shortest straw
Thrown out society's back door and told never to return anymore
Deep down in the bottle he can hear the voices of the dead
Softly chanting “won't you come and join us here instead”

Shiver and wait for the morning wrapped in paper with yesterday's news
The poor, homeless vagrant consume another bottle of booze
Modern Samaritans with a blind-eye turning their head away
The world is just one more lie leading this man far astray

Hurry up to the end of the path through the dark into the light
To the never closing club where the music never stops




5. Penny Is A Slut Machine

Penny is a slut-machine, Penny wants your time
A Penny dreadful is a penny pig, is Penny worth a dime?
Selfdestruct, no self-respect
Self-praise is an open disgrace

Penny is a slut-machine

A May-queen in extremis, laying in the darkest pit
A man's seed of copulation, covered Penny's face in spit
Selfdestruct, no self-respect
Self-praise is an open disgrace

Penny is a slut-machine
Penny is a slut-machine

Penny's black-clad inamoratos,
Faceless, spineless & nameless
Corruptive men with no strength
Darlings of distress

Now free her from the burden
A penniless from birth
A Penny saved is a Penny dead
One Penny less on earth




6. Feel. Melt. Release. Escape.

Yeah, you know someone said that
Nobody wants to see a clown that's not glad
And you know there's a thin line between fun and sad

Wearing thinner each and everyday
Thinner as you reveal

And you know someone said that
Everything was a lot better in the old days
And you know it's getting harder each day
To tell the truth from a lie

Harder every minute baby
Harder as you lie
Down with stars above and satin below

Down here where we belong most of all
Look if you want, listen if you like

The world's too busy to watch your moves anyway
Not enough time to disapprove upon what you do or say
Give yourself a break you gotta realize you're not that important
You don't wanna wind up regretting
You've spent your life regretting?

Feel. Melt. Release. Escape.




7. 0

You dress up in your most becoming boredom
To do your act for a sleepy audience
You grace them with your heartfelt shallowness
And mistake their indifference for admiration

Give them what you think they crave for
You draw your art from god's own non-substance
And touch it up with your favorite clichès

You'll never be anywhere close to something even slightly real
You can't see the nothingness for the nothings.
For the nothings…

You take your pride in hard-earned sanity
Year after year prepearing for humdrum life
You secure yourself behind a shield of irony
To scared to stand up to possible scorn

Your head is completely filled with useless information
You sure make a mass of soulful pointlessness
Everything accepted upfront and done better before

You'll never be anywhere close to something even slightly real
You can't see the nothingness for the nothings
For the nothings…

Go on, chew your cud, just don't spit it in my face
There always be zeros like you
Guess we need you subhumans too…




8. The Anti-Depressive Delivery

Turned aside my ways, got a little tipsy
Not near a lethal dose, still feeling frenzy
Anger rising up inside, becoming a leviathan
A soul full of troubles, a mind filled with sin

Step back, got the works, got to windward of my life
The guilt lies hard upon me, a battle with my inner strife

Time does not heal, just another blood spilt
This is the way I feel, immediately before I tilt

Step back, got the works, got to windward of my life
The guilt lies hard upon me
Only one that can help me delivering me from my enemies,
The missionaries of iniquity

That's the Anti-Depressive Delivery




9. Bones And Money

 


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